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Thursday, December 20, 2012

Not Human Enough - Chapter 2 is up!

CHAPTER TWO

PART 1 — JAKE

After Will's startling confession that his
parents were part of a group whose number one agenda was wiping out my family,
things got a little awkward. I turned my eyes to Carter, silently begging him
to do something, say something.

He inhaled slowly and asked, "What makes
you think that?"

Grateful for the prompt, Will said, "My
father has always been outspoken against the IM Act. Hell, he's outspoken
against any minority, but vampires really piss him off." My father cleared
his throat and Will winced. He continued, "I know that this doesn't put me
in a good light right now, but please understand that I am nothing like
my parents. I'm scared shitless to come out to my parents, 'cause I know my
father will—"

"You're gay?" I asked loudly. Will
blushed and nodded. I blushed even more and said, "Oh."

"Always have been, but I couldn't ever
tell. In my house, hate is part of the daily diet. Dad is constantly
entertaining clients who are just as bigoted as he is. And I've always been
expected to be the dutiful son, destined to follow his father's ivy-league
footsteps. I'm not going to, though. As soon as I graduate, Mr. and Mrs. Benton
Hayden are in for a shock."

"Good for you," Mom said.

Freyr said, "Let's get back to the reasons
you think that your parents are Slayers."

"He's been getting a lot of phone calls at
home and always goes into his office to talk. Usually, he'll yell at his
employees right at the dinner table. He also got a letter yesterday and acted
really weird about it. I asked him what it was and he…he told me to mind my own
business and then made sure the message stuck."

My stomach rolled. I asked, "How?"

He pushed back from the table and lifted his
shirt. While we all stared in horror at the mass of black and purple bruises
covering his torso, Will turned his head and cried silently. My mother,
however, was not silent.

"Oh!" she cried. "What has he
done to you, you poor baby? Kirner, will you look at…I don't believe…Isn't
there anything we can…I am not sending this child back to that house!"

"Greta!" It was Quincy who shut my
mother up, which seldom happened. He knelt in front of Will and asked,
"Can I make sure there isn't any damage."

"Okay," he said quietly. The vampire
ran his fingers gently over the battered ribs and chest. When he was satisfied
that nothing was seriously injured, Will pulled down his shirt and said,
"It's great that you want to protect me, Mrs. Reinbach, but I have to go
home."

I got up and walked him to the door. The snow
was really coming down and everything was quiet under its white blanket. Will
walked onto the porch, and then turned around. "Hey, Jake? You wanna know
the third reason I came?"

"Yes," I said with a fluttering
stomach.

His eyes darkened and I noticed that his hands
were shaking. He took a step toward me and said, "I wanted to see you
again. What I tried to say to you at school that day was that I didn't want you
to go. I understand why you did, but I like you, I mean, really like you,
and I wanted to tell you for three years, but—"

"Me?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah. It sucked when you left school and
I couldn't see you every day." I had no idea what to say. I'd always
thought he was hot, but that was before I knew he was gay. Since then, his
hotness factor had skyrocketed. He looked nervous. "Jake? Say
something…please?" When I still didn't respond, he said, "Oh. Well,
this is bad then. I'll just go. I'll be back tomorrow to see Carter."

"No, wait!" I said. I grabbed his arm
and pulled him back. He stumbled and crashed into me. A strong arm wrapped
around my waist to balance us and his hips pushed into mine. The sudden, sharp
contact startled both of us and we jumped back from each other. I gulped and
said, "No, it's good. It's all good."

His lips turned up in a slow smile and he said,
"Good?"

"Great."

"Great? Cool. That's…great." He
laughed at himself and said, "Yeah, then, I'll see you tomorrow. Maybe we
can hang out after I talk with Carter."

"Alright. Bye."

He turned around and walked quickly to his car.
After brushing the snow off the windshield, he waved once more before climbing
in and driving away. When I finally closed the door, mom was standing behind
me.

"Jeez!" I yelped. "Don't do
that!"

"Sorry," she said with a knowing
grin. She ruffled my hair and strolled away, singing. My mother was extremely
subtle.

That night, I got to my room and saw a note on
my computer:

No more
parental controls.

As an eighteen-year-old virgin, masturbation was
my best friend. Of course without internet access to…certain visual aids, I had
subsisted thus far on my own fantasies and the occasional gay magazine if I was
feeling brave at the book store. Now that my computer had been freed from
oppression, so to speak, I locked the door and sat at my desk. As much as I
wanted to, though, I couldn't bring myself to type the words into the search
engine. I forced my fingers to move, closed my eyes and hit enter.

When I opened them, I laughed nervously and
said, "Holy fuck."

Dad knocked on my door. "You okay?"

I jumped and banged my knee on the underside of
my desk. "I'm fine," I said breathlessly.

"Watch your language."

"Sorry."

When I was sure he'd gone, I turned back to the
millions of results for my search. The first sight that I clicked on was so
hardcore that I was in pain just looking at the pictures. I winced and clicked
back.

The second was more mainstream. After just a
few minutes, my dick was rock hard. I pushed my pants down to my knees and
leaned back in the chair. I settled in for a nice long jerk, but when I
scrolled down and saw a video, I put my ear buds in and hit play. I didn't last
long. When one man pushed the other guy's knees back and licked his ass, I shot
off like a rocket. I'd never seen anything like it.

"H-holy fuck!" I hissed under my
breath. My balls drew up towards my body and come erupted onto my hand and my stomach.
Never before had I come as fast or as hard as that. I bookmarked the site,
cleared my history, cleaned up and went to bed.

My dream was one that I'd had many times before:
me and another guy kissing and rubbing against each other while the sun set
behind us. His hips slammed into mine as he chanted my name quietly. A warm had
wrapped around my cock and worked it hard. I felt liquid heat fill my ass.

"Oh, fuck yes," I whispered as my own
cum covered my chest.

My lover twisted his hips slightly, milking the
last drops of come from my balls. With little moans of pleasure, he leaned down
and cleaned up my come with his tongue. Ragged gasps of air escaped from me and
he looked up. Before that night, I'd never seen my lover's face. It was usually
a blank canvas, probably because I'd never really fantasized about one specific
person. This night, however, the man who held me against him and kissed my
throat was Will Hayden. I wondered if he was fantasizing about me, too.

********************

The next afternoon I spent tapping my foot
impatiently and eating. When I reached for a blob of raw cookie dough, Lowner
smacked my knuckles with a wooden spoon.

"For the love of Fred and Ginger!" he
barked. "Will you please go wait for him someplace else?"

She called down, "So in seven days you can
swear. Doesn't mean that I won't smack you for it, but feel free to try."

The dogs began to bark and I shot out of my
chair. I caught my foot on the corner of the table and nearly fell on my ass.
Quincy and Lowner both snorted and chuckled. I narrowed my eyes at them and
limped from the room. I was still scowling when I opened the door.

I slapped a hand to my forehead,
"Apparently, everyone is paying attention today. I'll leave you guys to it
and skulk off to my room to wallow in embarrassment."

Will laughed and put a hand on my arm.
"I'll see you in a bit."

"Okay," I said, blushing.

Carter grinned and spoke in my mind, "Awww."

I rolled my eyes and went to my room.

An hour later, someone knocked on my door.
"Who is it?" I called.

"It's Will," he replied with a
chuckle.

"I'm coming," I replied, and then
realized how it sounded. Struggled up from my bean bag chair and tripped over a
pair of shoes in my race to get to the door. I was thrown off balance and
slammed up against it. I hissed out a curse and opened the door to find Will
there, trying to keep a straight face.

"Hi. Welcome to my pit of doom."

"Y'all right?" he laughed.

"I tripped on a pair of shoes."

He walked around me and took in his
surroundings. My clothes and shoes were everywhere. "Which ones?" he
asked. "There are twenty pairs of what look like the same thing."

I kicked them into a smaller pile. "They're
not all the same."

He examined a leather coat and then walked into
my closet. His eyebrow shot up. "Damn, what a label queen!" I blushed
and turned away, so he reached for me and quickly added, "But you look
really good in them."

"I do?"

"Mm. I love those button-up shirts you
wear. And those jeans…"

The lump in my throat exploded and the fire
went straight to my groin. I knew it would be vital to distance myself a bit.
"Do you want to hang in here or the kitchen or—"

"Let's stay here," he said. A crooked
grin made his face even more attractive than it usually was, so I had to sit
down.

"Do you like video games?" I asked. I
pointed around the corner to my gaming area, where I had huge beanbag chairs,
PS3, XBox and a forty-two inch flat screen.

"Holy shit!" he laughed. "This
is a sweet set up!"

"My Christmas present last year. Trying to
play downstairs with so many people in the house was fucking impossible."

"What's that like, living with them?"

"Well, you've seen some of it. Everyone's
really cool, but my mom can be a little high strung. She worries a lot."

He was quiet for a minute, and then said,
"I want to ask you something and you don't have you answer it if you don't
want to."

"Ookay," I said nervously.

"How did your parents…have you?" He
asked. My mouth dropped open and he backtracked. "Oh, crap. I'm sorry.
Forget I asked. It was way over the line."

I put my hand on his arm and said, "It's
okay, just unexpected." He looked down at my hand on his arm and I bit my
lip. "Um…vampires have, um, sex," I mouthed the last word, "like
humans, and their reproductive systems are essentially the same. Mom and Dad
weren't sure that it would be possible. Other vamps they knew had children
before, but there are very few of us. It didn't mean it was going to happen for
mom and dad. I was born—and still am—a human."

We settled onto the bean bags and started a racing
game. He snickered and said, "I'll whip your ass at this."

"No way," I shot back. "I've
never lost a race."

The light turned green and our virtual sports
cars zipped along an impossibly scenic track. Will distracted me by asking,
"Are you going to turn into a vampire?"

My car went soaring off a cliff and Will
laughed. Then the magic hand of the Gaming God lifted it back onto the track. I
hit the gas and answered without looking at him. "I ask myself that
question every day. Other humans born to vampire parents have. I still don't
know if I'm going to automatically turn or when or if I even want to. I think I
do, but I'll never be able to have a normal life after that."

"Why not?"

"Because we have to spend the first six
years in a subterranean cave with bats."

It was Will's turn to skid out of control, so I
flew by him and over the finish line, laughing my ass off. He punched me in the
arm and tried not to laugh. "Very funny, fucker."

"You should have seen your face!" I
panted.

He leaned over me and tickled my side and I
screeched. In seconds, Lowner was at the door. "Jake?" He called.
"Everything okay?"

At that moment, I wanted to kill him. I opened
the door and said through my teeth, "We're all good here."

"Oh," he said sheepishly. "How
about a snack?"

"Sure. Will, do you want a soda?"

"Yes, please," he said. When I shut
the door he said, "Rematch?"

"Hell, yeah."

We played all afternoon, through dinner, switching
from racing to sci-fi to zombies. Will checked his watch and said, "Damn,
it's eight o'clock. I should go."

Unwilling to let the evening end, I said,
"You can stay for a while. My parents won't care."

"I have school tomorrow."

My cheeks burned. "Oh. I forgot about
that. Homeschooling does that to ya. All the days blend."

He climbed out of the chair and stretched. His
striped button up shirt lifted to show off perfect abs. A trail of dark hair
disappeared under his pants and I wanted so badly to run my fingers over it. Will
caught me staring and looked embarrassed.

He pulled on his shoes and grabbed his bag.
"D-do you mind if I come over tomorrow?"

"Yes," I said, way too eagerly.
"I mean, it was fun."

He took a step toward me and said, "I wish
you could come back to school. Everything was so much better with you
around."

"Really?" I said in a croak.

He took me by the arms and kissed me lightly on
the lips. I leaned in and put my arms around his neck. His heart was beating
fast and his shirt felt damp with sweat. I knew it was nerves, since it was
cool in my room. He was excited and terrified of what was going on. Trying to
reassure him, I moved one of my hands to the back of his neck and kissed him
again.

"Jake," he whispered and pulled me
tight against his body. He flicked his tongue over my lips and I sucked it into
my mouth with a groan. His fingers cupped my ass and my breath caught in my
throat.

"Don't go yet," I said. To convince
him, I ground my hard cock against his leg.

He groaned into my mouth. "I have to. My
parents…"

I reluctantly let him go and said, "Okay.
You can go, but only if you promise to come back tomorrow."

"I am definitely coming back
tomorrow."

"Awesome. I'll walk you down."

We talked about movies that were playing that
weekend and thought maybe we'd do that instead of staying in. When he got to
the door, he asked, "Do you have your phone on you?" I handed it to
him and he added his number to my contacts. Then he smiled and mouthed,
"Text me later."

At the door, he seemed nervous about kissing
me, so I let him off the hook with a wave. I watched him drive away, and then
headed to the kitchen for a late dinner. When I entered the room, everyone
suddenly resumed conversations and tried not to smile.

"For crying out loud!" I hissed.
"You all listened to that, didn't you?"

"No offense, Mom, but I really don't want
to talk about it with you. In fact, I don't want to talk about it with any of
you!" I grabbed my plate and cup and said, "Just once, I'd love for
all of you to turn off your super-powers and give me some privacy!"

********************

PART 2 — WILL

Leaving Jake was hard, literally. My dick was
painful, trapped in my pants as it was. God! I wanted to stay there and strip
that cutie out of his designer jeans, but neither one of us was ready. I didn't
want him to think that sex was all I wanted. The truth was that I wanted
everything with Jake. There was a pull to him that I couldn't explain. When I
was close to him, my world seemed balanced. When we were apart, I felt lost.

We did end up going to a movie the next night,
but to be safe from Slayers lurking around our town, we each took our own cars
and drove forty-five minutes to a small, independent theater in the next county
that played gay and lesbian films. We decided on a romantic coming-of-age
flick, both of us knowing the effect it would have, but neither one admitting
it.

By the end of the movie, we both had our hands
on the other's leg, squeezing and kneading—trying desperately to expend some of
our pent up energy without coming in our pants. After the show was over, we
went out to my car and made out for quite a while in the back seat. My dick was
as hard as a rock and Jake's was too. I ran my hand over it and said, "I
want to taste you."

He whimpered and said, "Okay."

I fumbled with his pants, and when I got them
down, I didn't waste any time. Even though he was much smaller in body shape
than I was, my jaw dropped when I saw what he'd been hiding under his jeans. I
groaned in and wrapped my lips around the head.

"Shit!" he cried as my tongue probed
the slit. "Shit, Will! I'm…I'm not gonna last long."

He tasted so good. I wanted more. I was
instantly addicted to this, to sucking Jake's cock. The taste of his pre-come,
the cologne he was wearing, his sweat, everything about him assaulted my senses
and I wanted to stay there for a long time and show him how I felt. I wanted to
tell him that I love him, but how crazy-stalker would that look? "Gee,
Jake, I know I've only been talking to you for two days, but I have loved you for
three years and I worship the ground you walk on."

Yeah, that'd go over well. So for now, I'd just
have to show him. I quickly slid my mouth down until the tip of his cock hit
the back of my throat.

His whole body tensed up, so I reached up and
rolled his balls lightly with my fingers. Jake threw his head back and screamed.
He surprised the hell out of me by grabbing fistfuls of my hair and holding me
down while he fucked my mouth. The size of him, along with the force of his
ejaculation made me gag. As soon as I coughed once, Jake broke out of his
trance and pushed me away.

"Oh my god!" he cried, turning from
me. "Will, I'm so sorry!"

He tried to open the door to escape, but I
pinned him back onto the seat and straddled him. "Jake!" I said with
a laugh. "Please don't be sorry. That was fucking incredible."

"It was?"

I nodded and asked, "Have you ever tasted
your cum?"

"Huh? No!"

"Then kiss me," I ordered. He paused
for a moment, and then pushed up to meet my mouth with his. After just a few
seconds, he sat back and grimaced. I laughed and said, "I guess it's an
acquired taste."

Jake nodded absently. "Can I taste
you?"

"Can you…? Hell, yeah!" I unbuckled
my belt and he hooked his fingers around my pants and boxers. When he yanked
them down and my swollen cock slapped against my belly, Jake gasped.

"You're so…big!"

"Big? Hate to tell you this, Jakey, but
you're bigger than me."

"Very funny."

"It's ginormous."

"Liar."

I put on a sportscaster's voice, "Here's
the newest inductee into the Cock Hall of Fame, Jake Reinbach! Will Mr.
Reinbach please not forget the little cock that got him where he is today?"

"Oh my god!" he groaned and fell
against me, laughing riotously. While he was distracted and couldn't overthink
it, I took one of his hands gently and wrapped his fingers around my cock.

I would have been content to sit there with
Jake's hand wrapped around my aching shaft for a long time. For three and a
half years, I'd wanted this to happen. I leaned back so Jake could see a bit
better. His slim fingers caressed the smooth, hot skin and he rested his cheek
against my chest. Lazily, he explored the veins and hair and I relaxed into his
touch.

"Mm, that feels good, Jakey," I
mumbled. "So soo—thing!" I yelped as Jake slid his finger down
over my balls and past the perineum…and right onto my asshole. There was no
holding my eruption back. Without time to warn Jake to move, come exploded from
the head of my cock and blasted him in the face. He sputtered and fell
backwards, hiding his face again.

"I didn't do it right!" he whined.

I grabbed his chin and forced him to look at
me. "A, you're whining. B, that was the most intense orgasm of my entire
life. C, you have come on your chin."

He wiped it off with his fingers, and then
paused. With a nervous glance at me, he brought my come to his lips and licked
at it delicately. A few seconds later, I guess he decided he liked the taste,
because he licked it again and smiled sheepishly.

"Yours tastes really good."

His cell phone beeped with a text and he
groaned. "Probably from…yup, it's from Mom." He scanned it and made a
cute little growl. "Great. She's pretty mad that I'm not home yet. You'd
think that—"

"It's okay," I said, kissing his
head. "This was the most incredible night of my life."

"Me too," he replied. With a quick
kiss, he crossed the parking lot, hopped in his car and drove away.

Just thinking about what had happened made my
cock hard again. As I came closer to my house, I knew I had to do something
about it. I started to name all of my elementary school teachers and my erection
fizzled. But unfortunately, I now felt nauseous from picturing my teachers
while I had an erection.

I wasn't really paying attention to my
surroundings, since I'd made the trip through town so many times in my life.
While I waited at a red light, the driver's side door of my car flew open and
someone reached in to grab me. They cut my seatbelt with a knife and hauled me
up onto my feet.

"Whu…what the fuck!" I screamed.

I didn't recognize the man who held me or the
voice that said, "You should really watch the company you keep."
Something hard hit the side of my head and I was out.

*******************

"That's my son!" my mother cried.

I opened my eyes slowly, wincing at the pain in
my head. I tried to raise my hand to rub my temple, but I realized that I was
tied to a chair with my hands cuffed behind my back. I jerked at my bindings,
but only managed to chafe my wrists.

"Mom?" I asked with a dry throat.

The image was blurry, but I could tell it was
her. She took a step toward me, but was grabbed by my dad. "He's a
traitor," said my father.

"What?" I asked.

He backhanded me. "Don't fucking lie to
me! You've been there with them. We saw you!"

He bent over and laughed in my face. "Your
mother couldn't have children, so we adopted you. Thank god you're not my flesh
and blood, or else I don't think I could do this."

Tears streamed down my face and cried,
"Mom, please. Help."

My father backhanded her, like I'd seen him do
so many times before, and she crumpled. A stranger came into the room and
ordered, "Do it, Hayden. If you can't take down the enemy, you're useless
to me. I don't keep things I don't need."

I saw my father pick up a gun from a table
beside me. I sobbed, "Fuck, dad! No! What's wrong with you?"

"There's nothing wrong with me," he
said in a deadly calm voice. "They're the monsters."

Jake's face flashed in my mind and anger overcame me. I hadn't had any time with him. This couldn't be it. No! I couldn't leave him. A sick pain hit my gut and I grunted against the force of it. My heart started to race so fast that my blood felt like it was boiling under my skin.

"What's going on?" my father asked.

"I-I don't know," the other man answered.

My heart beat even faster and my rage grew. A growl rumbled from deep in my chest and the two men back up against the wall. They weren't going to escape though. I pulled my hands apart and the cuffs broke. I ripped the ropes that bound me and lunged for the door, blocking their escape.

"What the fuck are you?" Dad shrieked.

He pulled the trigger twice and I was knocked flat on my back. I roared in agony and Dad stumbled backwards. The stranger grabbed the gun from his trembling hands and aimed at my face. I turned my head and heard a pop.

Fire. I was being consumed by fire. I curled into a ball and held my hands to my head, screaming in pain. All of the air was being squeezed out of my lungs. The pain in my head shot down into my jaw and my teeth felt like they were being pulled out with pliers. I roared for God to just let me die. But it didn't happen.

I felt my heart slow and my body turned to ice. Then an indescribable rush of adrenaline coursed through me. I struggled to my feet and turned on my attackers. I crouched down and bared my teeth.

The stranger cried, "Fangs! He's one of them!"

I heard other men approaching. I had no clue what the fuck kind of mad scientist stuff was going on with me and I was scared shitless. Something inside me told me to flee rather than face an unknown opponent. I smashed through the window and jumped barefoot into the snow. Then I took off toward Jake's house.

*evil snicker* Glad you like it! People have told me before that I put too much dialogue in my writing and that the character's language is too "common." With Jake and Will, they're two 17 year olds. They're not going to use proper grammar. I want my conversation to read naturally.

If you ever complain about one of my cliffhangers again! Bad girl. And yes, I can hear the evil cackling from here across the pond. So (and not wishing to seem at all impatient) where's chapter 3 then?